Volume 10 / Part 1 — HER "ANGEL" FATHER[3]

"My Papa is an angel now," The little maiden said. We noted her untroubled brow, Her gayly nodding head, And then, of course, we wondered how She could have been misled. We felt that she was wrong, and yet We spoke in accents low, For life with perils is beset, And friends oft quickly go. But she was right; he'd gone in debt To "back" a burlesque show.